The Day of Horror by Kritika Roy IX-A

I open my eyes to see

Broken buildings and fallen trees

People crying for help

Feeling the pain they have never felt

Injured people scattered like pieces of glass

Breathing the dust in the air

No food, no water , helplessly lying on the grass

A mother shouting to find her lost son

Whatever happened couldn't be stopped

Not by knowledge nor by guns

The beauty of the country destroyed in the blink of an eye

Everything silent and the dead ones’ family cry

People in the mountain also not spared

Worst natural disaster to occur

Making thousands lay on the hospital beds